Quotes About Wonder

Something beautiful fills the mind yet invites the search for something beyond itself, something larger or something of the same scale with which it needs to be brought into relation. Beauty, according to its critics, causes us to gape and suspend all thought.

To talk to a stranger is like talking to the stars: it doesn't commit you.

All this under a magnificent blue sky.

Hubiera querido agregar: ¿por qué agradecerle? Hacía mucho que no comprendía qué había hecho el buen Dios para merecer al hombre.

Nobody knows where it comes from, and nobody knows where it goes.' Love doesn't make sense most of the time and that's what's so wonderful about it.

I could stare at this forever: swirling stars in the background and a human being, a real live human, lost in a task.

Wow!" I say. This is a new Algonquian word I learned from Namontack. Wow is their word for wonder and awe

We jumped into water so clear and warm that it was like jumping from air to air. The sand rose up under us and we floated to where it met the sea and walked out of the water like creatures in an act of evolution.

We often tend to ignore how much of a child is still in all of us.

It is the beginning and the end of the astrological calendar, and so it is said that children born on March 21 are ancient sounds who possess the wonder and innocence of newborns.

You're something between a dream and a miracle.

The sun was shining, and there, right there on the side of the road, was a flower stand, a homemade wooden table covered with painted tins of lupine and cream-colored roses. For a few minutes on that sun-drenched road, I believed that God might be working her magic.

The light is amber, the air still; the daylilies have folded in on themselves. Soon, the hooded blue of dusk will fall, followed by the darkness of night and the sky writing of the stars, indecipherable to us mortals, despite our attempts to force narrative upon them.

We're so far away from those stars

It is early morning; outside, the sky is dark and the trees move dramatically in the wind. Soon a storm will come. I want to live to see it. This is the way of nature: to persuade us around one more bend, to beckon us to behold one more vista.

I throw sticks for him, and it comes to me that it is a miracle I am able to do this: use my arm, full strength. Follow the course of the stick clearly. Walk without fatigue or pain. Assume, with blind confidence, that I will be able to do this tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. Spend an afternoon with someone who has been told their number is up, and you will will regard everything you do later that day with grateful wonder. I mean, even laundry.

every person was like a box of magic:

you once lay there, the vernix not yet wiped off, and someone gazed at you as if you were the first sunrise seen from the Earth.

I sit in some long grass, watch for a while to see if I can find some ants working. The thing about watching ants is, you see some order and elegance to the whole works. And also is it a time of you wondering who is higher, really. But

specific miracle

If there's one thing Lucille hates, it's how science has to rain on whimsy's parade:

without the stars there to remind us, whatever would we reach for?" Her

I glanced up at him. I love things that are beautiful when you don't expect them to be.

Elizabeth Enright